Tuesday, April 24, 2012

When Sylvia Plath asked Ted Hughes if cows preferred Milton or Chaucer
he said Chaucer, of course, but gave no explanation and I was certain he
would say because it rhymes with saucer, which it does, now of course we
know all about cows and saucers. Let us not forget milk, where you find it,
and how much it hates Milton, while faraway there is a field of animals on
the hill somewhat that consider how these two touch each other in often surprising ways.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

What does it feel like to buy a painting for eight thousand dollars?
Well I will tell you, I do not know. But I will tell you what it feels
like to fall in love: I don’t know. But it feels different than art,
which might surprise you. Not love - love feels exactly the same.
Not knowing, though, feels completely different.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

I thought of all the people I have ever been, the one person I haven’t been is my barber. And of all the things that I have done, the one thing I haven’t done is stand behind me with a pair of scissors in my hand looking at my own neck. What would I do if I had such an opportunity? Naturally, I would run out of the room right away before I even had a chance to turn around. Not that I don’t like myself: I do. I would just be anxious to see who I am. But you say a barber shop is filled with mirrors and I would say you are right, it is, but I would run out of the room anyway. I want to see me as I am, but not like that.